From The Cutting Room Floor

It had been an epic morning, and not in a good way. It was a morning that moviemakers would place in a screenplay and highly trained actors would portray with humor, and audiences would double over with laughter in darkened theaters. For the two of us actually living...

For The Voiceless

Sometimes things capture you at your core, and your immediate response is totally out of your control. Sometimes a situation attaches itself to something so deep inside you that you feel absolutely dizzy and nauseated by the upheaval in your spirit. Sometimes you hear...

Being Seen

The day….well, it hadn’t gone as we had expected, and certainly not as we had hoped. That morning, it seemed that my daughter’s stomach virus was clearing out; by lunchtime, though, her fever had spiked again and her lethargy was at its worst. Her...

The Mission Of Home

It had been five days. Five days since I had gone through the motions of our normal routine, and five days since I had been by myself to write and read and simply breathe. We were on day five of a nasty stomach virus that had seized my poor little daughter’s...

Small Shifts

The recovery has begun.  From anything I hear, this process is normal.  It doesn’t make it any easier, though, knowing that every one of the four hundred plus women who were at the Allume Conference last week is dealing with the same emotions and workload. We...

Something New

I’ve been fretting today about a conference I’m going to this week. It’s going to be amazing – I know it is, and I know without a doubt that I’m supposed to be there. But the fretting….well, it’s not unusual or unexpected, but...